SabEzra OneShots

Infiltration

Okay, so this isn't explicitly SabEzra, but it's just a neat little idea I got while reading a spy novel. Anyway, enjoy!

Sometime between the beginning of Season 4 and the Ghost crew's mission to Lothal...

Ezra and Sabine walked into the command center in the Massassi Temple and found Hera speaking with Mon Mothma. The Twi'lek wrapped up her conversation and turned towards her young friends.

"You're here. Good."

"Got a job for us?", Sabine asked confidently. Hera nodded and brought up an image on the war room holotable. It was a pale-skinned human man with bright red hair styled like the spikes on a mace.

"This is Deskan Hian. He's a spice mogul from Cantonica, as well as an Imperial informant. Apparently he's gotten his hands on intel regarding some of our best operatives in the Outer Rim. If the Empire gets that intel, it's gonna make winning this war a lot more difficult."

Ezra didn't seem to like what Hera was implying. "So we take him out?"

She shook her head and the young Jedi sighed in relief: "That would raise too much suspicion. What we need is to steal the intel back. Luckily for us, an opportunity has revealed itself. Hian's hosting a party at his estate in two standard days."

Sabine scratched her chin. "Undercover?"

"Bingo. You two infiltrate the party, find Hian, and pickpocket the intel from him. Our spies say he always carries important data in a drive on his person until he can hand it off to his Imperial contact. I suggest you two go get ready."

Later, the pair of teenage rebels were in Sabine's room. Ezra stared at himself in her mirror, admiring the suit that had been provided for the assignment. It was a dark shade of blue to match his hair, which made Sabine laugh when she first saw it. Speaking of Sabine, she came out of her refresher and Ezra's jaw dropped.

Her dress was a predomimamt coral orange, fading into sunset purple towards the bottom. The short sleeve was hanging off her left shoulder, exposing her tanned skin. She was also wearing forearm-length gloves to match.

"You look amazing", he shamelessly blurted out.

"Not so bad yourself, Bridger. You clean up pretty nice."

Ezra gulped nervously and blushed. "So I guess this is how we're gonna look on assignment. I gotta say, I never pictured myself fighting the Empire in dress clothes."

"War is full of surprises, Ezra. Have to always expect the unexpected."

"So ya ready to go?"

"Are you kidding? I'm not spending a whole day in this thing. Plus, I have to change my hair first", the Mandalorian groaned as she tugged at her collar and walked back to the 'fresher. "And by the way, ya know the ship they're giving us?"

"Yeah", Ezra replied as he slid out of his jacket, "What about it?"

"It only has one bed." The smirk on Sabine's face could've killed a rancor, and the inhuman choking sound that came out of Ezra's mouth almost made her laugh. Almost.

Flash Forward...

The ship exited hyperspace over Cantonica and Sabine made the landing calculations.

"These Alderaanian ships are a dream to fly. Remind me to thank Leia for loaning this to us."

Deskan Hian's mansion dominated an otherwise flat and barren landscape about a hundred miles north of Canto Bight City. Its grassy yard provided a stark contrast to the bland desert that surrounded it. After landing the ship, Sabine and Ezra changed back into their formal outfits. The latter dug in one of his pockets and pulled out two small devices.